Sesk - Diamondback Rattlesnake

Player Information

Player Alias:Sesk

Player Age: 28 years

Player Gender: Female

Player Contact: through the forum, please.

(NOTE: my first language is not english and, while I'm pretty confident with it, mistakes can be made. I would really appreciate if you tell me, so I can learn to not make that mistake again)
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Character Information

Name:
Sesk

Age:
19 years old

Gender:
female

Species:
Diamondback Rattlesnake



Character Image





Physical Description: Sesk's scales have grown pale as cinder with age, but they preserve the distinctive diamond shaped pattern along her back. She has pale green eyes with sharp and piercing pupils, giving her not only a menacing, but also an intelligent look. Her body is around 8 feet long and weigths near 10 pounds.Her black, forked tongue constantly pokes out of her mouth to smell her surroundings, helping her draw a heat map ans search for prey or possible predators. Sesk's age has provided her not only with knowledge, but also with many old scars that mark her, the most notorious one being the claws of a bald eagle in the mid section of her body.



Personality: A survivor. A ghost. A legend from the harsh Barrens. Sesk is old, at least for the warmbloods point of view, and with age comes experience and wisdom. She knows many things, as her pale green eyes have seen a lot, but she is always in the hunt for more knowledge and is curious by nature. This is a fact known for those who have heard of her, and Sesk often trades advice and knowledge for more information, no matter if it is from a bear or a mouse.



She enjoys long sunbaths as well as the fresh grass under the weight of her body. She is quite shadowy, and one can never be sure of her true intentions, but isn't that the case with all the coldbloods? True or not, most creatures realize that, the more they talk with her, the more they see how wrong they were making assumptions.  


History:

In the dust we thrive. Let it be our cloak. Let it shape our scales. 

It was clear from the moment she was born that Sesk was the strongest of her eight siblings. Bigger, more active and learning faster than the rest, she was the first one to shed her skin and become independent from her mother. She knew there were no family bonds among her species, so she had to face the world outside alone, learning by herself with little advice from her mother before leaving the fissure where she was born. 

Sesk's first meal was an enormous spider. Or so it seemed to her! It was more than enough to keep her energy up and let her explore the new world presented before her pale green eyes. She survived her first hibernation, and the second, and the third... but the world had a lot more to offer than just dust and rocks. She wanted to know, raising her triangular head to see the grasslands, the forests and lakes on the horizon. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was something else. But she needed to know more. 

Her trip was not free of dangers. Moongose, roadrunners, hawks, eagles, herds panicking and threatening to stomp on her... but she made it to the lake. To the cristal waters, heated by the sun. it was the first time she saw a fish... and a bear. 

The massive, furry figure was right in front of her, catching the fish with his gigantic claws. It was such a wonderful and mesmerizing view. Sesk couldn't help it, and asked the bear how did he learn to fish like that, how did he know when to catch the fish, if he liked the water, how did the fish taste, what where they called, where did they come from... and the bear, old and tanned, saw no threat, no poisonous fangs, but a curious, genuinely interested animal. Interested in him and his doings. Rolo was his name. The name of her first and only friend. He teached Sesk about his home, his kind, and the lake, openning her eyes to new horizons she wanted to know more about. Since then, she has visited the lake every year, just to keep talking with his old friend.

She made many more strange friends in the following years: from magpies to frogs, from squirrels to stags, and as the time went by, things started to change: now it was her the one telling the stories. 

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~Sample RP Post ~ 

[This can be from another RPG.]

He was there, standing still. Where? He wasn't sure yet. The howling wind shaking violently his hair, forcing him to squint his eyes, messing with his balance. It was when the gale made him step back that his surroundings took shape. A few more steps, just a few, and he would fall. He would fall and fall, and he would be swallowed by the roaring waves of a raging sea at the bottom of the abyss. 

A storm peeked over the horizon, and the wind screamed. It was screaming at him, but he could not understand the Storm. That pissed him off even more, he screamed with the Storm and its thunder gave back that fury triplicated. Fear started to nest inside his chest, mixing together with rage and confusion.

Then, he woke up.